In front of Bianzhou City.
The city wall is tall and majestic. It is made of stone and looks like a natural barrier, protecting the people and civilization in the city. Above the city gate, a mighty flag was hung, fluttering in the wind, exuding a chilling air.
In front of the city gate, there are uneven bluestone roads, towering ancient trees, small bridges and flowing water, just like a picture scroll, which makes people linger.
In front of Bianzhou City, war drums were beating, flags were flying, military formations were like mountains, and cavalry were galloping. Under the mighty military power, the enemy could only flee in fear.
Yi Yi was wearing a white Confucian uniform and a Confucian crown. His appearance was very resolute, with thick eyebrows protruding from his broad forehead, and a firm gaze flashing in his deep eye sockets. The bridge of his nose is straight and straight, and there is almost no trace of excess fat on his face, making him look very strong. The chin is square and strong, holding a thick beard.
This man was tall and tall, riding a tall horse, looking at Bianzhou City and Liang Jun's military formation in the distance.
Tongwenguan, Li Sizhao.
Just before, he received news from his eldest brother Li Siyuan, asking him to join his eldest brother's adopted son Zhang Zifan to assist the orphan Li Tang who came out of the mountain. After Li Sizhao thought about it for a while, he knew his eldest brother's intention.
In this game of chess, those who are qualified to be chess pieces must try their best to ensure that they will not become abandoned pieces. He has not been in Tongwen Hall for many years. It seems that the pressure from his adoptive father is really great on his eldest brother.
But looking at the Bianzhou City in front of him, Li Sizhao was indeed in trouble for no other reason than Li Xingyun had already entered, should he enter or not?
That was Bianzhou City, the headquarters of Daliang. The Xuanming Cult and Daliang's army might have already laid a dragnet in the city.
After thinking for a long time and looking at the city of Bianzhou surrounded like an iron barrel in front of him, Li Sizhao conscientiously chose to wait.
…
Daliang Palace, in darkness, in front of a palace.
Fake Li's eyes lit up when he heard the bad commander's order. Immediately, he threw away the bamboo hat on his head, took off the cloak behind him, and then, using his inner strength, he rushed towards Uncle Yang, who was dressed in white.
He lunged forward like a tiger, his body approaching the opponent as quickly as a bolt of lightning, the air in his palms rolling, his fists violently swung out, and several moves like a violent storm hit Uncle Yang in front of him.
Fake Li's punch met Uncle Yang's palm. As the air flow surged, the aftermath created a strong wind.
Uncle Yang took action, fists and feet intertwined. After taking a few moves, he jumped away. He looked at the faceless fake Li who was dressed in black and asked with some surprise: "You actually know the Tiangang Jue?"
That's right, the technique used by the man in black just now was Yuan Tiangang's Tiangang Jue!
He always thought that bad handsome men would only teach Li Xingyun the terrifying technique of Tiangang Jue.
"There are still many things that Grand Master doesn't know!" Fake Li's hoarse voice came out from behind his black mask, and then he rushed towards Uncle Yang.
Seeing this, Uncle Yang flew behind him. Seeing this, Fake Li slightly raised the corners of his mouth behind his mask and stepped forward.
But he saw Uncle Yang tapping his foot on the beam behind him, using his index finger and middle finger as a sword. There was a sword light flashing in his palm, and it went straight towards the fake Li.
"Jinghong!" Fake Li recognized Uncle Yang's move and was immediately frightened. However, it was too late to retreat at this moment, so he used the Tiangang Technique with all his strength and took this dangerous move from Uncle Yang.
The two internal forces clashed, and after just a moment, Fake Li was forced back a few steps by Uncle Yang's move.
But it's just a few steps back.
Although Uncle Yang's move was dangerous, he used it hastily. Fake Li has practiced with Yuan Tiangang for many years, and his skill has reached the middle heaven level. He can force Fake Li back with the skill of the small heaven level, which shows that Uncle Yang has cultivated a lot.
Uncle Yang stepped forward quickly, raised his hand and grabbed Fake Li's face. Although Fake Li was in a state of decline, he reacted quickly and avoided Uncle Yang's move. However, the mask and bandage on his face were grabbed by Uncle Yang. Pull down.
Uncle Yang was originally looking for the mask on his face.
He always felt that he had an inexplicable sense of familiarity with the person in front of him.
After all, Fake Li's skill was superior to Uncle Yang's, so he just took a few steps back, stabilized his figure, and raised his head again.
When Uncle Yang saw this, he was shocked and said: "How could you do this!"
The beautiful eyes of Jiangchen on the side also had a look of shock.
While he was distracted, Fake Li used several Huayang needles to point at various points on Uncle Yang's chest, instantly immobilizing him.
Fake Li wanted to take action again, but after much thought, he finally gave up.
Now it's best to do whatever the commander-in-chief says.
He put on his mask again, came to Yuan Tiangang, and knelt down on one knee.
"Take it down." Yuan Tiangang's somewhat hoarse voice came from behind the mask.
Several bad guys wearing Xuanming Cult costumes jumped out from nowhere in an instant and captured Uncle Yang.
He is a bad person but uses slanderous words to deceive the prisoner, this treacherous sycophant!
Yuan Tiangang slowly walked to Fake Li, without speaking, he just stopped.
Fake Li's whole body was trembling slightly, and he lowered his head involuntarily.
"I have taught you for seventeen years, but you still can't match Li Chunfeng's hexagram?" Yuan Tiangang said, and his voice without any emotion reached the fake Li's ears.
Jiangchen's beautiful eyes widened and he ate the melon in front of him carefully. She seemed to have heard something terrible.
"Can you become the real Li Xingyun?" Yuan Tiangang's hoarse voice reached the ears of the fake Li and Jiang Chen.
At this moment, Yuan Tiangang's hoarse voice was like the sound of nature to Fake Li.
"I, I can, Commander, I can definitely do it." Fake Li looked at Yuan Tiangang in front of him, his eyes full of determination, and he said firmly.
"Why do you think you can!" Yuan Tiangang looked at the fake Li in front of him and asked emotionlessly.
"Commander, you have taught me for seventeen years. I am confident that as long as you give me time, I will not be weaker than anyone in the world!" Fake Li looked at Yuan Tiangang in front of him, his eyes full of fanaticism.
"I will give you a chance. No matter what, in the end, I only want the emperor who has the blood of the Li Tang royal family." After Yuan Tiangang said this, he slowly walked towards the distance with his hands behind his back.
"Li Tang's royal family... bloodline." Fake Li didn't react for a moment and was a little confused.
"Weeping Blood Record!" Jiang Chen murmured and said.
As soon as Yuan Tiangang finished speaking, she reacted.
"Take him there." Yuan Tiangang said, not knowing who he was speaking to.
A bad guy jumped down from the rafters, came to Fake Li, and said, "Please come with me."
'Seeing dragons in the fields and tigers roaring in the sky. 'Yuan Tiangang was thinking slightly in his heart, thinking about the hexagrams he had laid out in the past few days.
Jiangchen's figure flashed and came to Yuan Tiangang's side.
Fake Li, on the other hand, looked at the bad guy who was walking in the distance at the moment, and followed him with a heartbeat.
(End of chapter)
